Page 23 of Exiled Prince

“Fucking sunshine,” he mutters under his breath.

He looks at me like he can see right into the deepest corners of my soul.

“Come for me now, little wolf,” he commands, reaching between us to stroke my clit. “Come all over my cock like a goodgirl.”

I gasp as I do as I’m told, although he will quickly learn that only happens in the bedroom.

“That’s it,” he rasps in his deep, rough, sexy voice, lowering his face to mine and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

He fucks me through my orgasm, one of his hands moving to collar my throat, the other holding my hip down to keep me in place as he takes what he needs from me. He finishes inside me with my name on his lips and a look of possession in his dark eyes that I will secretly never get tired of.

He kisses down my neck before he rolls off me, instantly pulling my body up against his and spooning me from behind.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping when he wakes me up, reaching for me again.

“Is this okay?” he asks, sucking on my nape.

Taking his hard cock in my hand, I slide it into me, answering him. “You don’t need to ask. Use me anytime.”

“Fuck,” he growls and slowly starts to move in and out, his fingers pinching my nipples. “You were made for me.”

He lifts my leg and fucks me harder while my hands reach for the headboard to keep me in position.

I could get used to being woken up like this.

When we both come, I all but pass out, exhausted, but I’m not fully asleep yet when I feel Bane slip his finger back inside me, pushing his dripping come back into my pussy. Good, don’t waste a drop.

Now I’m horny again, but tiredness wins out. Bane then presses a soft kiss on my forehead.

Something about this male being so sweet and gentle with me is incredibly masculine, and I find myself leaning into him, more than just physically.

When I wake up tomorrow, everything is going to be different.

And I can’t wait.

CHAPTER TEN

Bane

Still reeling from the fact that Saylor sucked my fucking toe into her sweet little mouth, I play with the ends of her hair as she sleeps. I’m not going to lie, she surprised me. I’d think that was really her kink if she hadn’t laughed evilly after doing it, giving away that she was merely messing around. But still, a ten out of ten for dedication to test my boundaries. However, it’s going to take a little more than a toe job for her to unsettle me. Every inch of me is hers, including my feet, so my little wolf can play around as much as she likes. She can throw whatever she wants at me. Smiling to myself, I kiss her forehead and then lay back on her ridiculous feathered pink pillows.

If only my brothers could see me now.

“How do your illusions work?” I ask her the second her honey-brown doe eyes open. This woman beautiful in the morning, all messy hair and swollen lips. I’ve been waiting for her to tell me about her magic and why she never takes those gloves off, but she hasn’t said a word, and I’m done waiting for her to open up. She’sminenow, and I want to know every single thing about her past, present, and future.

“Worried you might siphon some of my unpredictable magic?” She smiles, and it’s like sunshine.

She lifts my hands with her gloved ones and inspects my palms. She sighs in relief when she lets them drop.

“I create my illusions with my mind,” she explains, resting her covered palm on my bare chest. She slides off her gloves and shows me her palms. On each of them is a tattoo. One has a key, and the other a lock. “I was born with these, and this is how I lock the illusions into place. When I wear the gloves, I can’taccidentally create anything. If I did that, I could end up really badly, or maybe I could use the magic in my sleep. Or people could get lost in the illusions.”

“Can I touch them?” I ask, letting my fingertips brush hers for the first time.

She shivers and holds her palms out. “I don’t know. Since we’re bonded, you might have some of my magic, so it might not be the best idea to test that out right now.”

Avoiding her palms, I kiss her fingers, one at a time, then hand her the gloves to cover them back up. “You are powerful. I can feel it.”

“So are you,” she replies, her tongue sweeping over her full bottom lip. “I guess that’s why we match each other. I’ll have to keep wearing short gloves from now on since you won’t be able to see my mating bands with the long ones.”

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